A fly on the lip
of a coffee cup An alley filling
with snow A dead channel
runs your favorite finale–an
end you had sworn
you had almost
forgotten
Inktober Eleventh. Snow.
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A fly on the lip
of a coffee cup An alley filling
with snow A dead channel
runs your favorite finale–an
end you had sworn
you had almost
forgotten
El Golpe Avisa 